Chapter 345: Empty Them!

Looking at the blueprints in her hand, Scarecrow frowned slightly, feeling a headache. "So, we just follow the blueprint for construction, right?"

In addition to the spaceship blueprints handed over to her, Renault had just gone through how to pilot the SCV step by step.

For Scarecrow, it wasn't difficult. She was just not very familiar with it at first.

Fortunately, she could command all the Rippers here to help with the construction, so the workload wasn't too heavy.

"Yes, first install the main structure and shell of the spaceship. I'll come back later to install various equipment and pipelines."

"Understood." Scarecrow nodded.

Although she knew she wouldn't have idle time coming over to Renault's side, she didn't expect the work to come so quickly.

"But why don't you let the other tactical dolls help?"

Even though Renault had many tactical dolls at home, it was obvious that few of them had come over to help here.

"Ahahaha! Burp!"

Just as Scarecrow finished speaking, the group led by Simonov burst into loud laughter, clinking their glasses as they did so...

Meanwhile, C96 and M1919A4 were frolicking around the field, running and jumping, with no semblance of seriousness.

As for the other tactical dolls, except for M1 Garand and G36 still sorting out the supplies, most of them seemed disinterested in working, looking like they were in this state after tidying up their beds and some necessary items.

However, MP5, NZ75, and M200 had just come over to help, but were directly rejected by Renault.

This was probably the downside of lifting the root protocols...

Since waking up in the rice cooker, Scarecrow had already noticed what Renault had done. All those root protocols that should have restricted her had been deleted by this man.

Without the root protocols, tactical dolls obviously couldn't work as meticulously as those with the agreements. Their neural clouds were liberated from all constraints.

And not only that, after the root protocols were lifted, the neural clouds of tactical dolls began to develop in some unpredictable direction.

For example, the personality of MG3 and the behavior patterns of other tactical dolls had all been distinguished from those of the Griffin's tactical dolls.

"For this spaceship matter, I feel a bit uncertain if I leave it to them. There aren't many normal... or rather, mentally mature tactical dolls at home. If I let you handle it, I can still feel at ease." Renault also rubbed his forehead with a headache. If his tactical dolls could handle it, he would have let them do it long ago.

Unfortunately, it was impossible. They were either absent-minded or goofing off, drunk, or constantly snacking. Vector appear quite mature, but Renault was worried that this girl might suddenly snap when she saw the welding sparks and start spraying gasoline bottles around.

M1 Garand, G36, and others had other tasks, and even the more serious NZ75 and M200 were a bit overwhelmed just helping G36's team.

Of course, it wasn't just NZ75 and them. Other tactical dolls were also not idle, but what they were doing could barely be considered routine work, like strict construction based on blueprints... they obviously lacked confidence.

If there was a chance, Renault could let them practice, but the spaceship was related to their residence for a long time to come.

There was no room for error.

"Alright, since you said that, I thought I could take a long vacation here." Scarecrow sighed.

During her time at Sangvis Ferri, she was the busiest one, managing ports, cargo routes, and various other tasks. Agent was indeed responsible for logistics, but they only issued orders, while she was the one who actually did the work.

She didn't expect that after being busy for so long at Sangvis Ferri, she would still need to work after coming here...

The only difference was... maybe she had become the one giving orders here? Could it be considered a promotion?

As soon as Scarecrow received the blueprints, she immediately got to work, commanding the Rippers to start moving materials. She herself jumped into the SCV's cockpit, trying to learn how to pilot this engineering equipment modified by Renault.

After assigning tasks to Scarecrow, Renault also sought out MDR. This girl unexpectedly didn't wander around this time, but instead ran outside, using the electronic warfare equipment on her powered exoskeleton to track the specific positions of those enemies seriously.

"How is it? Any results?"

It appears that she had results, and they weren't small ones, judging by MDR's serious expression. This wasn't her usual expression.

"Of course, I have. The problem is that this time the target seems a bit tricky. Most of these people are security contractors who have resigned from the military and found new employment. The one who commissioned them seems to be a businessman with a good relationship with the military."

"Identities and relationships don't matter. What I'm asking is the location of those guys."

"The problem lies here. They're said to be businessmen, so how could those wealthy guys live in remote areas? They must be in the city! We can't just charge in and attack!"

If they really did that, the military would probably come rushing over in less than two days and chase them all over the place with human wave tactics or some other means!

"Alright, do their signals have any relay points? Besides the employer living in the city, are there any other bases or similar places? Or, does the employer have any industries in the contaminated area?"

"This...?"

She didn't check that either, did she? Who goes around checking how many coins are in someone's pocket?

They're not band... wait a minute?

Speaking of which, their current identities are actually illegal armed tactical dolls.

And illegal armed tactical dolls, when caught, are directly dismantled and their cores melted down.

Considering this, they're no different from those criminals who cause trouble everywhere!

"Commander, are you thinking of blowing up that guy's factory?"

Thinking of this, MDR clicked her tongue.

Their commander was really something.

Can't find the person? Then I'll go find your money bag and blow up everything that earns you money, see if you jump in anger!

"Blow up? How is that possible? I wouldn't do something so tasteless. I should say, dismantle. Useful equipment, useful parts, all taken apart! Bring back the necessary resources first! Don't let go of the materials used to build the factory!"